Double J

Chapter 3

The walk to 7th period spanish class was slow and torturous. After a day of avoiding the ball at P.E, sleeping through a boring lecture, and gossiping about boys, she had to go to spanish.

Ms. Sosa was easily the worst teacher there. If your chair squeaked just the slightest bit, the kids all the way on the other side of the class could hear it. You could even hear the teacher next door teaching.

It's not like they learned anything anyway. The only thing Ms. Sosa had said all year was "Paren de hablar," which translates to stop talking.

Unfortunately, Jessica's class was right next to Ms. Sosa and travel time was extremely short.

Why doesn't she just wait before going in?

Ms. Sosa stands outside the door, like the little devil she is, to prevent that from happening.

This being said, Jessica is always the first one in the class. It was decorated with a lot of color and Mexican scarves and posters on conjunctions. She took her seat and the back and took out her stuff.

Sometimes, Ms. Sosa would go in the bathroom and by the time she was out, the whole class was expected to be there, or you were late.

But instead, out came Mr. G, the most American person of all time, dressed in all his glory. Plaid shirt, cowboy boots, and baggy jeans.

He took a seat at the desk on the front and it went down almost all the way, causing Jessica to snicker.

Everyone came filing in quickly as word had spread that Ms. Sosa wasn't here.

The bell rang and Jessica noticed, with a pang of sadness, that Jared wasn't there. His seat was empty and the class was unusually quiet as both packets were being passed out.

As if Ms. Sosa wasn't bad enough, she graded all the substitute work, finished, or not.

Saving her from boredom, in came Jared, holding a mint ice cream.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Mr. G remarked dryly, ignoring the dripping ice cream.

"Afternoon," he replied, mocking his accent as he took a seat next to Victoria.

Great.

She'd forgotten that he took any chance to sit next to his best friend, not caring about anyone else that he could be ditching.

My head rested on the palms of my hands, a sheet of ash blonde hair creating a curtain around my face.

"Mr. G! I don't get it! Can I go with someone to ask the other spanish teacher?" Jared called out, causing Jessica to let go of her head and hit herself on the unforgiving wooden table.

"Ouch," she mumbled, as she rubbed her forehead absentmindedly.

"Jessica!" Mr. G barked, causing her to jump and whirl around.

"Yes?" She asked, hoping that her voice wasn't nearly as high-pitches as she had heard.

"Go."

"Where?" she asked, getting up from the chair, locking eyes with Jared.

Oh his eyes.

His bright blue eyes, bright enough to rival the color of his mint ice cream.

She tried not to drool as he ran his hand through his hair, causing it to mess up. Or as he licked his lips and nodded his head for her to come with him.

"Mhm," she was left speechless and followed behind him like a lost puppy.

Once outside, she was able to regain her voice. "Where are we going?"